Food has always had control over my life. Whether it has been eating too much or not enough, I have always been consumed by food-related thoughts. In the past, ED had me in the palm of its hand: isolating me from my friends and family, causing me to drop out of many beloved extra-curricular activities, and causing me to destroy myself.
It felt like a never-ending battle.
I was restricting, over-exercising, and abusing laxatives. But, no matter how hard I tried, there was a girl looking back at me in the mirror yelling at me to be thinner and thinner.
After throwing myself into physical and emotional exhaustion, I finally reached out and got help. I have never been more proud and happy to have made that decision.
I am slowly but surely working on recovering my life and freeing myself from ED. Recovery is a full-time job, something that never has a day off. But, I have never known anything to be so worth the hard work.
Recovery, happiness, and life are worth it–This is all worth it.
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